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Although my wife had taken a few lovers over the first few years, she was slow in understanding that marriage was not synonymous with monogamy and that it was acceptable for us to have a hotwife and cuckold relationship. In general she would feel guilty after she had sex with someone else and even worse when I participated in that adventure. She felt like having sex with someone else was cheating on me even though she had my permission. She also felt that being with someone else indicated that there was something missing in our relationship. And she didn't understand my motivations for wanting her to have sex with another man. To her the perverted reasons that I must have had for encouraging her to be with someone else were too numerous to list here. Realistically, we probably would not have lasted as a couple had a chance encounter not intervened that forced her to reassess all her assumptions.
This happened many years ago, the restaurant is now closed and the hotel has been converted to apartments.
The two of us and we were staying at a hotel just north of San Diego. We walked to a restaurant next to our hotel for dinner called The Elephant Bar. It looked like a nice place and was convenient as we didn’t have to drive. It wasn't crowded. There was another couple maybe five years older than us sitting across the room. A married couple that for all practical purposes could have been us. At first, we weren't really watching them, but as the dinner went on, we witnessed something interesting develop. A black man came in the restaurant and was looking around as if he was there meet someone but didn't know what they looked like. He approached our booth as if we were whom he was supposed to meet. Just before he could say anything, the husband of the couple across the room, quickly retrieved him, and led him over to their booth. We watched as they shook hands as you would as if you were meeting someone for the first time. I should mention that the couple was causation. At first, the wife sat on the right side of the booth with her husband and the man sat of the left side. Anyone viewing their initial meeting would assume that it was quite normal. Other than his brief interruption and watching their introduction, we initially didn't pay much attention to them.
Sometime between when we ordered and our dinner arrived, my wife asked me if I had noticed that the woman had moved from the side of the booth with her husband to the side with the other man. The three of them appeared to be having a good time as we could occasionally hear them laughing and smiling. As time went on, we noticed the wife and the other man were getting cozier with each other and the husband didn't seem to mind even after the man put his arm around his wife. The wife was acting like a schoolgirl with a new crush. She couldn’t keep her hands off him. It didn't take a detective to figure out what we were witnessing. My wife deliberately walked past their table on the way to and from the bathroom. She came back and reported that the husband and wife had matching wedding rings and the man they just met didn't have a ring on his left hand. We cashed out before they did but didn't leave right away out of curiosity. We stayed nursing our drinks for another twenty minutes until they departed. The wife was holding hands with the man as they left the restaurant and the husband walking behind them.
We followed them at a distance across the parking lot and into the same section of the hotel where we were staying. They were so self-absorbed that they didn't even notice that we were behind them. The hotel consisted of several separate two-story sections. Their room was on the first floor and ours on the second floor in the same building toward the back of the complex. My wife stayed at the bottom of the stairs and peaked around the corner to see which room that the three of them entered. After their door closed, she went and noted the room number. We went back to our room and shared our astonishment at what we had just witnessed. We both agreed that the only reasonable explanation was that the husband and wife had arranged a hook up with a black man that they had not known previously, had dinner with him and taken him back to their hotel room. We were witnessing the exact fantasy that I had been proposing to her. It was like watching the back story to a porno. It wasn’t long before curiosity got the better of my wife and she had to go for a walk. I went with her. You could hear the wife moaning by the time we got to the bottom of the stairs. The sounds of sex permeated the first-floor hallway. There was no doubt that there was some serious fucking going on in that hotel room. I had to convince my wife that it was impolite and maybe even illegal to stand outside their door and listen to them having sex.
At the hotel breakfast in the morning, the husband and wife were there without their new friend, and they were cavorting as if they were newlyweds, almost embarrassingly so. Anyone could see that they were deeply in love and looked so happy just to be with each other. They couldn’t take their eyes and hands off each other. They had no clue that we knew what they had done last night. Their exuberance perplexed my wife. There were several things that she could not understand, like how they could be so happy and loving to each other when the wife had just had sex with another man which normally would be considered cheating. My wife also could not grasp how the woman could still respect her husband when he had not only allowed her to have sex with another man but stayed in the same room and watched, something which my wife had considered perverse. She had assumed that having an experience like that would have torn them apart. Yet there they were, sitting at the table right next to us, and they couldn’t have been happier.
That experience made a strong impression on my wife and forced her to reassess all her assumptions. It took witnessing that real-life example for her to even begin to comprehend and understand how the hot wife and cuckold experience could bring a married couple great joy and even bring them closer because they shared the adventure. I am convinced that witnessing their example saved our marriage. It was less than a year later, and we were having dinner in the Charleston restaurant, near our home, meeting a black man that we found online and going to the Hampton Inn next door for dessert. I still smile every time I drive by and look at a certain third floor window.